Roden;
I paced, my hands shaking. My brothers stared at me. "I haven't gotten the scar, or any power, and the Seeker is on his way here."
"You're a late bloomer, Roden," Adron said, smiling.
"I know, but-"
"He's here!" Mam called. The others stood, making their way into the hall.
We stood in a line from oldest to youngest, staring at the ground. The door opened, drawing our eyes to the dark, cloaked man. His almost black skin his under his midnight grey cloak as he looked at us like cattle.
"You the seventh?" He asked me gruffly.
I nodded. "Yes sir."
"You don't have it. Are you sure this boy his the seventh?" He addressed my mam, who nodded.
Then the Seeker moved to Eren, who had shrunken back as soon as the door opened. "Look at me, boy." Eren slowly glanced up, fear in his eyes. "You." The man nodded.
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The Eighth Son
FantasiaThe eighth son of a seventh son. He isn't supposed to have the power. The seventh son doesn't know why his power is late in coming. But Eren does. He knows why Roden cant use it. Because it was given to him instead. The eighth son. The flaw. The day...
